My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 115: Round Two (2)

Chapter 115: Round Two (2)

"Ahh..." A sharp gasp tore from her throat as her fingers instinctively buried themselves in his wet hair, tugging him closer, needing more. Her other hand fumbled blindly against the shower’s metal pipe, desperately searching for balance as her remaining leg trembled beneath her.

But Greg didn’t care. He didn’t want her to steady herself. He wanted her to fall apart beneath his touch.

And he was succeeding.

His tongue moved with deliberate skill, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and intense flicks that made her whimper. The sound of the running water was drowned out by the lewd, wet noises between them, each one making her arousal intensify.

Before she could fully surrender, Greg suddenly pulled away. Cammy barely had time to catch her breath before he spun her around.

With a firm grip on her hips, he pulled her back toward him, his hardness pressing insistently against her heat.

A wicked grin spread across his lips.

"Now," he growled, his voice thick with desire, "let’s see if you can still stand after this."

"Hands on the wall, babe," Greg commanded, his voice a tantalizing mix of authority and desire.

Cammy obeyed without hesitation, her palms pressing flat against the cold, tiled surface. The stark contrast between the cool wall and her heated skin sent a shiver through her, but it was nothing compared to what came next.

Without warning, Greg lifted her right leg and plunged deep inside her from behind.

"FUCK! Wait! Ahh!" she screamed, her body jolting forward from the force of him.

But Greg wasn’t waiting. He was relentless, his movements rough, urgent—like a man possessed.

His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her over and over again, his deep grunts mixing with the sound of her moans and the water cascading down their bodies.

"Cammy, tell me you’re mine!" Greg demanded, his voice raw with hunger.

She tried—God, she tried—but her words kept dying in her throat, lost in the haze of pleasure crashing over her like a relentless tide. Her nails scraped against the slick tiles as she struggled to stay upright, her body trembling from the intensity of it all.

Greg growled in frustration at her silence. Letting go of her leg, he grasped her waist and pulled her back onto him, pounding into her harder, deeper.

It was primal, it was raw—it was everything.

"Ahh! Greg! S-Slow... Down... Fuck!!!" she wailed, barely able to form the words.

"Say it, Cammy! Tell me you’re mine!" he urged, his pace unrelenting.

Her entire body was bouncing, the pleasure pushing her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. She knew she wouldn’t last—not with the way he was claiming her, owning her.

"I’m yours! I am yours, Greg! Please... slow down..." she finally gasped, her voice shaking.

Greg groaned in satisfaction, his grip tightening on her hips. "Good girl."

But he wasn’t done with her yet.

"I’m close, babe. But I want you to come first."

Before she could even process his words, he bent slightly, one hand slipping between her legs. His fingers found her swollen, aching clit, rubbing tight, deliberate circles—left, right, left, right—matching the brutal pace of his thrusts.

Cammy’s eyes widened as the sensation hit her all at once. The pressure inside her core built at a terrifying speed, hotter and stronger than before.

She was going to explode. And this time, there would be no stopping it.

Greg felt it—that telltale grip—her walls tightening, pulsing around him like a vice, and it made a wicked smirk curl on his lips.

"Ahh! I’m... Ahh!" Cammy’s words were incoherent, lost in the moans and cries of her unraveling pleasure.

"That’s it, babe. Give it to me," Greg growled, his voice thick with lust and urgency.

And then—it happened.

Her body tensed, her back arched, and a scream tore from her lips as her climax crashed through her like a violent storm. The walls of her core clenched around him in a fierce, rhythmic grip, sucking him deeper, milking him.

Greg held her tight, his arms locking around her trembling waist as her legs gave out beneath her. "Fuck, babe—ahh!" he groaned, his body succumbing to the sheer intensity of her release. His restraint shattered, and he spilled deep inside her, his own pleasure hitting just as hard.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The only sounds in the bathroom were their ragged breaths and the steady stream of water raining down on them. Their bodies, spent and sated, finally collapsed onto the wet tile, the warmth of the shower cascading over them.

Greg pulled Cammy close, brushing away the damp strands of hair clinging to her flushed face. He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

"You okay?" he murmured, his voice softer now, full of concern.

Cammy let out a breathy chuckle. "Yeah... just tired. And I can’t feel my legs anymore. You’re gonna have to carry me to the hospital."

Greg barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "Damn, I must be really good if I just put you out of commission."

Cammy smirked, her fingers lazily tracing circles on his chest. "Shut up and hold me."

And so he did, wrapping his arms around her once more, letting the water wash over them as they basked in the afterglow of their reckless, passionate storm.

"We need to move, Cammy," Greg said, his voice still mixed with the remnants of their passion, but now tied with urgency. "Let’s grab some takeout for dinner—something Dylan likes."

Cammy, still catching her breath, tilted her head toward him. "He loves fried chicken with coleslaw and a strawberry milkshake. Do you know anywhere that has that?"

Greg smirked, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. "Yeah. I know just the place."

Before she could respond, he slid an arm around her waist and effortlessly lifted her up, steadying her against him. "Come on, let me help you clean up."

Cammy laughed softly, resting her head on his chest for a moment. "I might need more than just a little help. I still can’t feel my legs."

Greg let out a deep chuckle, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Then I guess I’ll just have to carry you the whole way, won’t I?"

With that, he scooped her up, holding her close, and stepped out of the shower and into the tub—because tonight wasn’t just about them. It was about Dylan too, and making sure he had something that made him happy.

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